To my quick ear the leaves conferred; <br /> The bushes they were bells; <br />I could not find a privacy <br /> From Nature's sentinels. <br /> <br />In cave if I presumed to hide, <br /> The walls began to tell; <br />Creation seemed a mighty crack <br /> To make me visible.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-quick-ear-the-leaves-conferred/
